1. 2 years ago 
   "

   Someone please!
   Let’s write a script that’s made for me
   That makes you people want to see me
   I’ve got a wish, I’ve got a wish
   That all of this was something special
   I need a drink, I need a pill
   No way I’ll stop until you’re sober
   She’s already said that I was on drugs,
   Let’s give some money to that bitch.

   Or I could just get a real fucking job

   I am a prick, look at me go
   I could get lucky finding success, I’m a bitch
   Imma go get some new expensive shit
   All that I hurt, emotions they suck
   I’ll just tell people I don’t give a fuck about that shit

   Ain’t nobody fucking with me, man
   Ain’t nobody fucking with me

   Listen as the sound of my voice,
   croaking it’s drama across an orchestra of friendly faces
   singing along their dying concern

   Listen as the sound of my voice,
   croaking it’s drama across an orchestra of friendly faces
   singing along, their dying concern to my bullshit

   Where did our honor go? I think I know
   We’re always fucking each other in bathrooms at parties
   Where did my money go? I spent it on blow
   You know that I fucked all my homies ho’s
   Where did our morals go? I left them in Cabo
   My parents can pay for the abortion, you know
   Who has a plan? We hold out our hands,
   and hope for a free ride to successful endeavors
   So bring on the pliers, something to bite
   I am too cynical to say I don’t give a fuck
   Bring on the pliers, something to bite
   I am too cynical to say I don’t give a fuck

   I need money
   I need clothes
   I need women
   I need blow
   Something is very fucking wrong

   Resting your head on your best friend’s sister’s shoulder
   Your mother’s job is to fuck all your neighbors
   Bodies thrusting to the beat of our shame

   Where did our honor go? I think I know
   We’re always fucking each other in bathrooms at parties
   Where did my money go? I spent it on blow
   You know that I fucked all my homies ho’s
   Where did our morals go? I left them in Cabo
   My parents can pay for the abortion, you know
   Who has a plan? We hold out our hands,
   and hope for a free ride to successful endeavors

   Give my regards to all you shady fucks
   Thorn in my fucking side
   Loyalty
   Honesty
   Trust
   Respect
   Humility
   Sincerity
   We are all so full of fucking shit
   We are all so full of fucking shit
   Kurt:
   “Uneasy hearts weigh the most, oh uneasy hearts they weigh the most…
   Maybe i can find a place for you with all the things you do,
   I have no clue, watching you, lately I, have been hoping to,
   in thought of what to say, what they don’t find out”

   "
   - Dance Gavin Dance

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